I used to think that someone or something watched over me
Protecting me from all forms misfortune might take
Most of all damage to self
Recently I’ve learned there is no spirit to bare witness
Holy or otherwise
He must have taken a better offer

Eager for the release of tears
Digging in heels, slow the sinking
Hopes running down, life force shrinking
Eager for the release of tears
Up for challenge, not a slaughter
Capture and release, back to water

Hiding behind fragile consonants and vowels
I’m giving care to the imbalance between me and my spilt milk
Safely preserved in clever subtext
Neither hysterics nor heretics have ever lit my way
Never beyond saving but worth less kept alive
Behind the curtain the man isn’t listening